merry-go-round of life

4 years, 6 months, 19 days

Dear Frijolita:

Today you were 4. All. Day. Long. Not just a little bit 4, but a full-tilt, fully committed, not messing around 4 that had me by the chin hairs while we spun on the merry-go-round of life today.

And no moment demonstrates this more than at 8:17pm when you were most definitely supoosed to be in bed, ready for me to read you a book (your favorite moment of the day, every day), but instead you were popping up out of bed every few seconds to get the "riiiiiight" book.

Exasperated, I got up and let you know that I was going to the bathroom. That before I returned you better have the "riiiiight" book or, run the risk of having no book read to you at all. 

Wide-eyed, alarmed but determined, you jumped off the bed and ran at me full-speed in the direction of the bookcase. When I turned to move out of your way, you slapped me on the backside and exclaimed, "Move it sister! I've got a job to do here!"



This series, Dear Frijolita, will be shared intermittently, some in real time, some from journal entries of the past.